Shi Qian took a deep breath and said slowly, "Song Yan, when I was young, I really liked to follow you around like a little tail. I'm really grateful to you for giving me such a happy childhood."
Song Yan shook his head painfully at these words. "Qian Qian, stop."
"No! Song Yan, let me finish. After you appeared, I also asked myself what my feelings for you were. I realized that it was not love. If I hadn't married, I wouldn't have been with you."
"Qian Qian, are these your true feelings?"
"Yes! It's all from my heart, Song Yan. I'm really sorry."
"No, you don't have to apologize to me." Song Yan choked. "You didn't do anything wrong."
"Song Yan, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I still have something on. I'll hang up first." Song Yan immediately hung up.
He got up and went to the cabinet. He took out a bottle of red wine, opened it, and poured it down his throat.
He drank half of it before his body slid to the ground.
